When that terrible catastrophe struck.

She was lying on the grass counting the stars, bathed in the moonlight. In the night, there was a chorus of grass insects.

The girl looked at the moon in the sky.

Her eyesight was so good that her mother said she was the daughter of a steppe eagle.

She could see the craters on the surface of the moon and the ring-shaped mountains, and imagined how Chang'e would live in these silver-glittering mountains.

And then—

This distant tranquility was shattered.

A dull, exaggerated loud bang came from far away in the sky.

At first she thought it was a sudden storm, accompanied by strong winds and lightning.

But that's not the case.

She didn't see the black rain clouds she had imagined, and the sky was burning with flames.

The clouds were stirred up and wrapped around the top of the mountain.

It forms a calligraphic orange-red color, and the intense light illuminates the entire night sky, as if daylight has fallen.

"It's beautiful."

She sat up from the grass in a daze, looking up at the surging light in the sky.

Something was running down the corner of the eye.

Warm and moist.

She thought it was tears, and she could wipe them with her hands.

Only then did she realize that the liquid was red, and her eyes were bleeding

She didn't feel the pain, just that everything around her was blurring, shrouded in a hazy red light.

Burn!

The whole world is burning.

Houses and gardens were reduced to ashes in the flames, huge mountains were melted into magma, and even the lake in front of them was ignited by an incomprehensible force. The water boiled, and the blazing steam roared and licked huge bubbles on her young face.

And there are people who—

Her family turned into torches.

Wailing under the orange sky, in the backlight of flames and dark clouds, then fell.

It's hellish scroll, right in the middle of it all.

It is a huge giant god that cannot be described in words, he seems to be the embodiment of destruction, his body is larger than the mountains, and its majesty can be clearly seen from a distance of kilometers.

A casual action.

The earth trembled like a heart, and the echoes that passed through the ground were as breathtaking as death's scythe.

The house, the garden, the rockery, everything is lifted against gravity.

Levitating around him.

It was then ignited and turned into a burning meteorite.

Whistling and falling.

Violent explosions, each terrifying loud bang took the lives of dozens of people.

She saw that her brothers and sisters, those nobles who had the blood of gods in their veins, were completely devoid of their usual elegance at this time.

As if crazy, he threw himself hysterically at the monster, as irrational as a beast that had destroyed his home, and even if he fought for his own life, he tried to tear off a piece of flesh from the monster.

And yet—

Even so, they tried everything they could, but they couldn't do it.

They were moths, and the monster was fire.

Moths can never extinguish the raging fire with their wings, only make the fire burn more violently.

They couldn't do any real damage to the monster that destroyed everything.

Even, just closer.

The flames had already ignited their bodies, and their flesh melted like candles.

"Is this a dream?"

She stared blankly at what was happening in front of her.

She couldn't figure out what was going on, and she couldn't even understand what death was.

"Run!"

Until an old man tore apart and the flames were heavy.

Flying towards yourself.

The old man had long gray hair and a burly build.

It was her grandfather, who liked to lie on the recliner and make all kinds of fun toys for himself out of wood.

The old man's eyes were scarlet, his face was scarlet and bloody, and he had lost his former amiability, like a demon crawling out of hell.

It scared the hell out of her.

She stood still, not knowing what to do.

And then—

Bang!

A blazing fire fell from the sky.

She thought it was some kind of meteorite, but it wasn't.

It was a fist, covered with layers upon layers of dense metal armor that swelled to almost the size of a house.

With devastating power.

Without any room for struggle, the old man's body exploded out of thin air.

The head rolled like a ball at her feet, pain and despair froze on the old man's face.

His lips and tongue were still squirming.

It seems that he wants to say something, but he can't make any sound.

"Aren't you afraid of retribution when you do this?" Seeing the fall of his companions, Song Kaixia roared angrily, with sadness in his trembling voice.

"Retribution?"

Su Heng looked up to the sky and laughed, "You fish and flesh people, when you killed thousands of innocent people for your own selfish desires to refine blood corpses, didn't you think that you would be punished?" ”

Bang!

Su Heng threw out a slap casually.

The strong force condensed the space and directly fixed Song Kaixia in place.

That huge palm was even a full two circles larger than Song Kaixia itself. He struggled frantically, and the long sword in his hand stabbed forward, but it only left a shallow white scratch on Su Heng's armor, and then it was broken by the huge impact.

The whole person flew out like a rag doll without resistance, and smashed heavily on the mountain wall hundreds of meters away.

Bang!

The whole cliff shuddered violently.

The rock, which had already loosened and expanded under the high temperature, suddenly collapsed.

Rolling rubble, roaring like a tsunami torrent to bury it.

"What about you!?"

Su Heng didn't care about this person's life or death at all.

His gaze wandered around the battlefield like a falcon, and then fell on Song Zhongban, "What about your arrogance, what about your courage." When you were trying to get rid of me, did you ever think about what happened today? ”

He stretched out his two large hands.

Close firmly.

The sound of cloth tearing through the air exploded in my ears.

Song Zhongban could barely breathe, his face trembled violently, and two big hands covering the sky and the sun rushed towards him, burning like a howling storm on the desert.

"Open!"

In despair, Song Zhong's forbidden seven bloodlines were all activated.

He held the thunder spear in his hand again, mobilized all the strength in his body, and the blood was injected into it like a fire, stabbing out towards Su Heng's forehead.

Laugh at!

A golden beam of light suddenly pierced the darkness.

It was so fast that he couldn't react at all, and directly hit Su Heng's eyebrows.

A violent cloud of light rolled and tore, accompanied by specks of scarlet plasma. The black smoke rose and ignited, and then extinguished, making Song Zhongban's desperate scene present in front of him.

Even if it was an invincible thunder gun, it could not cause fatal damage to Su Heng if it hit the vital point directly.

The skin on his forehead was torn and the muscles that covered him were vaporized.

Even the hard skull has a conspicuous pit left in it.

Fine cracks, extending in all directions.

But that's all, this injury looked serious, but the damage caused to Su Heng was minimal, and it was completely healed in a few breaths.

"The power of this spear is much weaker than the last time I saw it."

Su Heng waved his hand.

The thunder gun was immediately held in his hand.

His height at this time was already more than sixteen meters in a completely liberated state. But such a height was temporarily achieved with the blessing of the secret method, and was not recognized by the immortal-eating talent. Therefore, Su Heng was not able to unlock his sixth bloodline talent yet.

But it doesn't matter.

Just the mutation of the organs in the heart and stomach has already brought Su Heng a great degree of stand-in.

With his every move, he can set off a storm of destruction on the battlefield.

The force is irresistible.

It even surpassed Su Heng's initial expectations, so much so that he had to deliberately suppress the desire for partial destruction during the battle. so as not to bring permanent radiation contamination to the land.

Laugh at!

More than seven meters long thunder gun.

Even for a monster like Song Zhongban, it is unimaginably huge.

But in Su Heng's hand, it was about the same size as a short knife.

The moment it touched the palm of his hand, some hidden power was activated, and infinite lightning burst out with a rumbling sound. Hundreds of thunderbolts spread outward, leaving huge craters in the ground covered in burning ashes.

This is the uniqueness of the Bloodline Divine Soldier.

Unless it is the bloodline of the Song family, the rest of the people will be attacked if they rashly touch this weapon.

The thunder, which symbolizes the most destructive force in nature, was held in Su Heng's hand at this time, and the smell of burnt paste continued to come from Su Heng's palm. The 10,000-degree high temperature formed by the thunder surrounding, even Su Heng himself could not fully withstand it.

It doesn't matter.

Su Heng's own healing speed was faster than the speed at which the thunder spear could inflict damage.

On this battlefield, his life force is endless, and the power stored in the thunder spear is rapidly depleted.

Just a dozen breaths in time.

The thunder spear, which had been like a wild dragon, gradually calmed down, and only a few subtle electric lights flickered on it.

"The bloodline divine soldier is very peculiar." Su Heng put it in his hand and looked at it twice.

Then, his mind moved.

The flesh on the arm continues to grow, enveloping it and fusing it into its own bony armor. With this thunder gun, this trip finally has a good harvest, and it is not a trip for nothing.

Song Zhongban is not dead.

The attack of the thunder gun dispersed part of Su Heng's strength.

He was able to break free from the gravitational vortex.

But the terrifying infrasound waves generated by the impact are still like a devastating tidal wave, roaring to destroy the organs in the body.

In addition, on Su Heng's body, the terrifying particle rays that are no longer released outward all the time.

The self-healing ability in Song Zhong's forbidden bloodline was almost completely destroyed.

Blood twisted like an earthworm flowed out of every hole in Song Zhongban's face, and his limbs were spread out in a large shape, lying on his back on the ground.

The destroyed chest gasped violently like a broken bellows, and the sound of breathing was painful.

"Kill me."

Song Zhongban was desperate, and his face was full of death.

Growing up, it was always him who inflicted invincible despair on his peers and even the older generation.

But now, the same cloud has finally fallen above his head.

Monster!

It's a real monster.

There is no reason, no bondage, and it is born purely for destruction.

He didn't know who could subdue and suppress him, could the Returning Void Elder of the clan do it?

Perhaps...

But he didn't have a chance to witness it anymore.

"As you wish." Su Heng raised his eyebrows, he didn't have the habit of torturing and killing prisoners, and he liked to solve problems simply and neatly.

Swish!

Su Heng raised his hand and slapped it down.

But suddenly, the strength was withdrawn from the arm, and the blood gushed out with it.

He raised his hand.

From the wrist area of the forearm, the entire palm of the hand is cut off.

Scarlet blood gushed out of it like a spring, but it didn't feel much pain.

Click!

Su Heng's heart moved slightly.

The Vajra talent came into play, and the accumulated white bones quickly grew out of the gap

Then blood-colored threads of silk and muscle fibers covered it, and pale skin spread down the fracture.

It's just two or three breaths long.

Su Heng's broken palm had completely recovered, but his skin was paler than his arm.

Song Zhongban disappeared and was rescued.

Not far away.

Under the burning sky.

A middle-aged man in a black robe and holding a long sword was staring at Su Heng.

This person is extremely handsome, with a high nose bridge and dark pupils. A long gray and black hair, draped at the ankles, danced like a dragon in the wind.

The hunting wind howled.

The robes on his body swept like a flag, and the cold aura made it impossible to look at it directly.

"Returning to the Void Grandmaster."

Su Heng was startled at first, and then grinned.

The apex of this heaven and earth, the existence that can dominate the lifeblood of the Great Moon Dynasty, finally appeared in front of Su Heng.

The sword just now.

He didn't have time to react at all.

An arm had been cut off, whether it was the bony armor that covered it or the muscles that were as strong as a rope inside.

It's all cut open with ease.

It's like a scorching blade slicing through a piece of soft tofu.

In the process of being cut off his arm, Su Heng didn't even notice the slightest pain.

until the palm of your hand falls.

Blood gushed from the veins.

Only then did he realize that he had just been attacked.

"If you cut it down here, you might have tried to kill me." The appearance of the Returning Void Sect Master did not completely exceed Su Heng's expectations. There was no look of horror on his face, just a calm statement of the truth.

"But you didn't."

Su Heng took a step forward, his eyes fixed on the comer.

"It's definitely not because you don't want to kill me, it's because you can't do it, so..."

"That's what you want."

Song Yanlin opened his mouth loudly, and the three-foot Qingfeng swiped through his fingertips.

His gaze seemed to pass through Su Heng's monster-like throat, thinking about how to use the most clean way to cut off that hateful head from his shoulder.

He was calm and focused, and he was bound to kill with one blow.

Under the strong spiritual power of the Returning Void Grandmaster, the boundary between the void and the real can be shattered.

Truth and falsehood can also be reversed.

Even.

Before he could slash the enemy's body, the enemy's spirit had already completely collapsed.

As usual, he drew his sword—

Then I saw Su Heng stretching out his arms, without any defensive posture at all.

With a mocking smile on his face, the corners of his mouth opened and closed, and he spat out two words, "Idiot! ”

Bang!

A silver-white thunderbolt exploded.

The huge sense of crisis like the mountains and tsunami tore apart the state of mind he had maintained for many years.

In the backlight of the blade, he saw the reflection—

The reflection of a real dragon.

Surrounded by wind and clouds, the light is dazzling.

From head to tail, every scale shimmered dangerously.

(End of chapter)